Wen Xiangyanyu

On the fourth day of Jiang Rong's arrival in Qiangyang City, Wen Ying hosted a banquet at the palace in the city to entertain his group.

They came early, and Wen Ying was still in the barracks before returning. Ling Qi invited them to the table first, saying that they would wait while eating.

When he came back to Qiangyang City, Jiang Rong only brought a few trusted subordinates and his business friend.

The man's name is Deng Jingsong, his ancestral home is Jiangnan, he has lived in Shangjing for 20 years, and moved back to Jiangnan a few years ago, he has a wide range of friends, and Jiang Rong is an inseparable friend, and he often runs to Mobei.

Jiang Rong introduced him to Ling Qiyan, and didn't mention the matter of helping Ling Qiyan go to the south of the Yangtze River. He only said that in the future, if there is any good business under King Ruo'an, please give Ling Qiyan a few good words and support him. this friend.

Ling Qiyan saw that the man had an honest face, and he didn't look like someone who was stealing and cheating, so he readily agreed, and asked casually, "Are you from Jinling?"

The other party respectfully said: "My ancestral home is Feng County, Jinling, and now we live in Jinling City."

Ling Qiyan nodded, thinking that the Empress Dowager's natal family is in Jinling. Although he failed to go, the Empress Dowager sent someone to send over the land deed and house deed there a few days ago, and the monthly income is a lot of money. The Empress Dowager's family helped him manage the manor shop and sent him money on a quarterly basis, but it was nothing to bother them all the time.

Since this Deng Jingsong has his own caravan and bodyguard bureau, he might as well hire his subordinates to help with this matter, so Ling Qiyan directly mentioned: "I still have some business in Jiangnan, and others have been helping to manage it before. I plan to send a few A person of my own will go over there to take over, and they will inevitably be unfamiliar with the place when they go there, please help them a little bit, as well as the escort of money and goods, I also want to hire your escort to do it, will it be troublesome?"

Deng Jingsong was very happy, and immediately said: "There will be no trouble, Mr. Wen opened his mouth, and he is naturally very happy."

He knew that this person was the most trusted and valued staff member of King Yan, and to do things for him was to do things for King Yan, not to mention hiring him, and he was willing to pay for it.

Ling Qiyan said: "Let's not talk too much today, Mrs. Bai will come to the house again tomorrow, and I will discuss this matter with you in detail."

Deng Jingsong fully agreed.

After talking about this, Jiang Rong asked Ling Qiyan in a low voice: "Mr. Wen, you know, when His Royal Highness King Yi invades the capital of Barrington and overthrows their court in the future, how do you plan to arrange this huge Barrington tribe?"

Ling Qiyan asked curiously: "Why did you ask this, what did he tell you?"

Jiang Rong recounted what Wen Ying said to him alone when he first arrived here that day. Ling Qiyan rolled his eyes when he heard the words, threw a peanut into his mouth, and said slowly: "Is that so? I didn't I've heard him say it, but this matter is not up to him as a prince, and what to do in the end depends on His Majesty and the court."

Jiang Rong showed hesitation, not waiting for him to say more, Ling Qiyan raised his eyes to look at him, and said again: "Here in Qiangyang City, don't make up your mind, this place is too important, His Royal Highness King Yi will definitely not give it up As for other things, you don't have to worry too much, His Royal Highness is also a reasonable person, if you are really dedicated to the Dacheng court, he will not assassinate you."

After Ling Qiyan finished speaking, he smiled again: "You and I have known each other for a while, so I will tell you the truth, if His Royal Highness King Yan really wants to move you, I am afraid that you may not be able to stop the assassination department, or even the whole Mobei. He is willing to tell you directly, but he has other plans, so don't think too much about it."

Jiang Rong thought about it a few times, but he didn't say anything more, and raised his wine glass: "When I was in Beijing in the past, I once told my husband that if one day I really get the rank of Khan, I will definitely look after you, and it's the same now. , you are the staff of His Royal Highness Yan Wang, so I am willing to work like a dog and a horse for His Royal Highness Yan Wang, and this ambition remains unchanged."

Ling Qiyan was not surprised, he was still in that casual attitude, he knew that this person said this back then, probably because of his thoughts on him, otherwise why would he rush to serve such a hopeless prince like him, now However, he is really optimistic about Wen Ying and wants to plan for the future of the tribe.

Anyone can see that Wen Ying, the king of war, is definitely not something in the pool. One day, he will surely rise to the sky.

There is no need to point it out deliberately, Ling Qiyan also toasted and took the glass of wine for Wen Ying.

After drinking a round of wine, Wen Ying came back to the mansion, and everyone got up to greet him, but he stopped them.

He walked to the seat and sat down beside Ling Qiyan. Ling Qiyan offered to take his seat, but was held down by him.

He said in a deep voice, "Just sit here", and directly ordered the waiter to pour the wine.

The corners of Ling Qiyan's mouth curled up slightly, he was too lazy to move his position, and started to eat calmly.

Jiang Rong looked at the two people sitting side by side, the last ripple in his heart dissipated, he raised his head and drank the wine in the glass in one gulp.

The banquet didn't end until the end of the Xu Dynasty. Jiang Rong led his subordinates and entourage to say goodbye. Before leaving, he took out a bag of things wrapped in silk and put it in front of Ling Qiyan. The goat milk candy from the Assassin Department happened to bring some here this time, if His Highness and Mr. Wen don't mind it, you might as well try it, those who are used to sweets will definitely like it."

Ling Qiyan was a little drunk, nodded: "Thank you."

Jiang Rong didn't stay any longer and led the people back.

After everyone dispersed, Ling Qiyan reached out to touch the bag of goat milk candy, but was stopped by Wen Ying, who signaled with his eyes, and asked someone to try it first before allowing Ling Qiyan to eat it.

Ling Qiyan snorted and said, "Are you worried about what Jiang Rong gave you? What good does it do for him to harm you?"

"It is essential to be on guard against others," Wen Ying said.

"They told me just now that they want to do your best for you. Is this your attitude?"

Ling Qiyan picked up a toffee and chewed it in his mouth, it was indeed not bad, sweet and smooth, not fishy.

Seeing Wen Ying continue to drink with a cold face, ignoring himself, Ling Qiyan swallowed the sugar in his mouth, and poked his face with his finger: "Poor scholar, open your mouth."

Wen Ying paused while holding the wine glass, and looked at him in a blink of an eye.

Ling Qiyan smiled, and said again: "My brother told you to open your mouth."

Wen Ying was unmoved, Ling Qiyan sneered, threw another candy into his mouth, leaned close to him, bit his lower lip, and passed the toffee over.

Wen Ying stared at him silently for a long time before chewing and swallowing the sugar slowly.

"Is it delicious?" Ling Qiyan asked with a smile against his lips.

"Tired." Wen Ying only threw out this word.

Ling Qiyan wanted to laugh more and more: "You don't want to be like this, no matter what, it's all the wish of the King of Human Khan, so you can save some face."

Wen Ying looked at him with a slightly cold expression: "When did you understand, what is a heart?"

"Why don't I understand?"

Ling Qiyan backed away, shook his head, poured himself another glass of wine, and drank it in one gulp.

Wiping his lips again, he suddenly seemed to think of something. Ling Qiyan looked at Wen Ying in a daze, his eyes sparkling: "Are you angry? You bought me that candied fruit back then, but I didn't take it seriously and even ridiculed him." you?"

Wen Ying's throat rolled, but he didn't answer.

"I didn't do it on purpose," Ling Qiyan lowered his voice, lowered his eyes and muttered, "You will only buy that to please me, but I have never eaten any delicious food. I eat it fresh once, and I will get bored after eating it a few times. Well, I went to buy that one myself later on, it was really not that delicious, I still thought of you at that time, I have never remembered anyone for so long."

Wen Ying remained silent, Ling Qiyan's drooping eyelashes trembled slightly.

Looking at him silently for a moment, Wen Ying raised his hand and brushed the corners of his red eyes.

"...Don't be angry about this, okay? It's a big deal, if you buy me food in the future, I will never dislike it again."

Wen Ying hugged him tightly.

Lying on Wen Ying's shoulder, Ling Qiyan let out a sigh of relief, closed his eyes, remained silent for a while, and said vaguely: "Poor scholar, I have a headache."

Wen Ying hugged him even tighter, and said in a hoarse voice, "Don't drink any more."

"Well, don't drink if you don't drink."

Wen Ying got up with the man in his arms and went back to the backyard.

Being put on the couch, Ling Qiyan stared at his eyes, saw his own sword placed on the sword stand, and nudged Wen Ying's arm: "You bring my sword."

Wen Ying frowned: "What are you doing with the sword?"

"Just go get it, don't ask so many, hurry up." Ling Qiyan urged him.

Wen Ying took the sword and handed it in front of him. Ling Qiyan held the sword in his arms, looked at Wen Ying, and asked him with a smile: "You knew what people here meant when they gave away short knives, so you specially asked someone Is it the same meaning to give me such a good sword?"

"Yes." Wen Ying admitted frankly.

The smile in Ling Qiyan's eyes was stronger, but not very clear: "Poor scholar, do you really like me?"

"like."

Ling Qiyan seemed very happy: "Really, then what do you mean by liking?"

Wen Ying looked at him calmly: "You want to know?"

"can not say?"

Looking at each other quietly for a moment, Wen Ying bent down and put it close to Ling Qiyan's ear: "I like you, and I want you to be my princess."

His voice was low, and the hot air gushed out of his breath went straight into Ling Qiyan's ears.

Ling Qiyan felt that half of his body was numb, and a voice rolled out of his throat: "Who are you kidding, can you still marry a male concubine?"

"I said yes." Wen Ying said firmly.

Ling Qiyan didn't believe it, and thought in a daze that Wen Ying was drinking too much and making fun of himself, that's all, what's the point of saying these things.

So he raised his hand and gently pushed Wen Ying's chest: "Go tell your father, queen mother, I don't want to hear it, don't bother me, I'm going to sleep."

Wen Ying grabbed his hand, bowed his head and kissed his knuckles: "Okay."

... What's good?

Wen Ying didn't say anything more, and took the sword away from his hand, Ling Qiyan refused: "What are you doing, the sword is mine, if you give it to me, it's mine, don't go back."

"Don't go back, I'll put it away for you."

Watching Wen Ying put the sword on the shelf, Ling Qiyan seemed to believe that he didn't really want to return the sword, and when Wen Ying turned around, he smirked at him.

Wen Ying ordered hot water to be brought in, helped Ling Qiyan take off his clothes, wiped his face, and took off his shoes and socks.

Since coming to the northwest, they have shared the same bed every night, and Wen Ying is even more used to doing things like washing and changing clothes for him.

In the past, one of them was a prince, and the other was a poor scholar who was dependent on others. Naturally, it was nothing. Now that their identities have been changed, Wen Ying is still willing to do these things, and he refuses to pretend to be someone else. Ling Qiyan asked him several times, and every time he was answered only by that A deadpan face.

But tonight, perhaps because of the drunkenness, seeing Wen Ying's extremely stern eyebrows under the light, the commotion in Ling Qiyan's heart emerged again, and he stretched out his hand to scratch his chin.

Wen Ying raised his eyes.

Ling Qiyan deliberately teased him with a smile: "His Royal Highness Yi washes my feet every night. If you spread the word, you won't be laughed at."

"Who will laugh?"

"Who won't laugh when they know? You still want to be the prince and the emperor. If people know that you did this for me, those speech officials will drown you and me."

"Never mind them."

Wen Ying lowered his head and continued rubbing the soles of his feet.

Ling Qiyan felt comfortable after being rubbed, squinted his eyes and hummed, and didn't say any more spoiling words.

After washing, Ling Qiyan changed his posture, leaned into Wen Ying's arms, and put his hands around his waist.

Wen Ying fed him half a glass of honey water, drank the remaining half, put down the glass, and stroked his loose long hair.

Ling Qiyan felt much more comfortable, and talked to Wen Ying about the agreement he had made with Jiang Rong's friend when the banquet started.

"Choose some smart and capable people for me. I will arrange for them to go to the south of the Yangtze River. That Deng Jingsong is the vice president of the Jinling Chamber of Commerce. He knows everyone from all over the world. He has a very wide network of contacts from high-ranking officials and nobles to traffickers and pawns. , Let him bring our people into the business, it doesn't matter how much money he can earn, at least he can have an eyeliner on Jiangnan in the future to help you collect information."

"Yes," Wen Ying immediately agreed, "How did you come up with this idea?"

Ling Qiyan chuckled: "Jiang Rong introduced his friend to me today, and that person seemed to want to take refuge in you, His Royal Highness, and it suddenly occurred to me that you are going to be the emperor, not only Jiangnan, but the entire Dacheng Dynasty, and even Mobei, Barrington, and other small vassal states can build such an intelligence network and go deep into the people. At that time, what else in this world can be hidden from you?"

Wen Ying lowered his eyes and looked at him deeply.

Ling Qiyan blinked: "What's wrong? Why are you looking at me like that again?"

"...Why did you not want to plan these things for yourself before?"

Ling Qiyan yawned lazily: "You want to be the emperor, but I don't. It's so tiring to be the emperor. Look at your father, who is moody and capricious. I don't want to be like that, and you can't be like that." That way, don’t imitate him, and get angry with me every now and then.”

Wen Ying's light kiss was printed on Ling Qiyan's forehead: "Yes."

Ling Qiyan felt relieved, and then talked about other things: "Have you thought about what to do after Barrington is defeated here? Jiang Rong still mentioned this today, and he seemed worried, fearing that you would also attack their Mobei. "

"Open the military mansion," Wen Ying lowered his voice, "Let them retain their respective tribal systems, but in terms of military and political affairs, they will be under the unified jurisdiction of the military mansion. I will report to His Majesty in detail later, and Barrington will implement it first. Mobei will talk about it later, they can't help them, those who are obedient can get some benefits, and those who are not obedient, just teach them a lesson."

Ling Qiyan was a little surprised when he heard the words: "Then can the emperor listen to you?"

"I will find a way to persuade him, and I will make him agree."

Ling Qiyan laughed again immediately, he just liked Wen Ying's confident appearance.

The more she looked at him, the more itchy her heart became, Ling Qiyan raised her head and leaned over to kiss him.

After a sticky kiss for a long time, Wen Ying carried Ling Qiyan back to the bed, leaned over and whispered in his ear: "Wait a minute."

He got up to wash and change clothes, Ling Qiyan shrank into the quilt, his eyes followed Wen Ying's figure around.

After a while, Wen Ying came back, blew out the lamp beside the bed, sat down on the bed and pulled down the curtain, then lifted a corner of the quilt, bringing in a cold breath.

Ling Qiyan shrunk in subconsciously, and was pulled back into her arms by Wen Ying the next moment.

The fiery kiss was posted, and during the lingering intimacy, Ling Qiyan still did not give up, coaxing Wen Ying and said: "Poor scholar, you call Brother Gu to listen."

One of his legs was hanging on Wen Ying's waist, and his calf lightly rubbed against his strong waist.

Wen Ying gasped for breath, staring at him with burning eyes.

Obviously being bullied badly, with tears in the corners of his eyes, Ling Qiyan still had no seriousness in his mouth: "What's the matter with calling, I want to hear you calling."

Wen Ying leaned down and teased him fiercely.

"You bastard..."

Wen Ying's hoarse voice was close to his ear: "Brother is obedient."